Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sleeping Babies

Sometimes Corben sleeps in my arms as I rock him in the lazy boy. Sometimes he sleeps in the crook of my arm as we snuggle on the bed. But there is nothing so wonderful in my mind, as a baby sound asleep on my chest. I can't explain the feeling, other than to say that it feels so primal, and just so right. Safe and warm, it feels like he was made to fit there.

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About Me

We're just a couple of folks (and a dog) who decided to leave our little apartment in Toronto's Parkdale for greener pastures (literally!) We now live in a spot that we simply refer to as Paradise. There's some sewing that happens here, some moanings and complainings, some old fashioned country goodness, a few very cute blondes, and a whole lotta love. These are our stories.